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| Sonya Burnquist | Oct 28 2011, 03:11 AM Post #1 |
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Anyone in the library could have seen that Sonya hated being there. She sat at a table by herself, surrounded by dozens of books, tapping her quill, huffing and puffing at the pages before her. The way she fidgeted and rolled her eyes made it seem like she thought she was being terribly inconvenienced and wanted everyone to know it. And she did- not consciously, of course- but in Sonya's opinion, studying was beneath her, and she didn't want to seem too comfortable with it. Not that she really could have, even if she tried. Scratching at the dregs of her concentration, Sonya brushed her blonde hair from her eyes and forced herself to look down at the words before her. She muttered the words out loud to help her keep her place. “A bezoar is a mass of undigested material that accumulate in the...stomach...of a goat. Oh, disgusting.” With a sneer, Sonya snapped the book closed and put it in front of her, on the top of an already impressive stack of discarded tomes. She opened another, but a few seconds later, shook her head at its obtuse language and added it to the pile. The stack wobbled, but Sonya didn't notice, she only selected another volume. This one was thin, which looked promising to her. “Let's see...runespoor...lays eggs through it's mouth. Ew.” Fed up, Sonya tossed it on the teetering pile- and the whole thing crashed to the ground with a resounding thump. The girl sat in her chair, briefly immobilized by surprise, then glanced around to see if any of the other patrons was looking at her funny. |
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| Mackenzie O'Sullivan | Oct 28 2011, 05:36 AM Post #11 |
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Mackenzie lit up at the question and started to make all sort of hand movement to try to help explain his fast paced speech. " Cockatrice! Oh, they are so amazing! Born from chickens just like Ballistics, but they're much more chicken like. I was looking them up to see if I could get a few for the farm." He cheerily rhymed off most of what he knew about the ferocious bird. He liked this little slytherin, she was much more caring then most of her house mates. Once Mac was done his babbling he looked up to Sonya from his spot on the floor then back at her books. " I'm guessing you got a potions class that's kicking your butt by the looks of the books you have here. Took it last year, worst mistake ever. Ended up dying Donald purple for a week, he didn't much appreciate it." ((I should head to bed too, g'night )) Edited by Mackenzie O'Sullivan, Oct 28 2011, 05:37 AM.
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| Sonya Burnquist | Nov 3 2011, 04:54 AM Post #12 |
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Sonya blinked rapidly, belying her half-hearted attempts to keep up with Mackenzie's breakneck speech. It was mostly nonsense to her, but she did pick up on one thing; he knew a thing or two about these baffling, disgusting magical creatures she was trying to study. An idea crept into her mind and a smile came across her face, although she made sure it seemed friendly rather than sly. He seemed like the type to help anyone who asked, which Sonya thought was very foolish, but at the moment she was grateful for it. Perhaps she could get him to 'help' her with some of her homework; she'd just have to be nice to him for a little bit. "Oh, sure, a...chockatrice," she said, thinking that sounded like an odd thing to have a farm full of. "So, you're pretty good at Care of Magical Creatures, I guess?" |
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